Look now where Colour, the soul's bridegroom, makes
The house of heaven splendid for the bride;
and can end another stanza thus lumpishly:
With thee, O fount of the Untimed! to lead,
Drink they of thee, thee eyeing, they unaged
Shall on through brave wars waged.
Meredith is not satisfied with English verse as it is; he persists in trying to make it into something wholly different, and these eccentricities come partly from certain theories. He speaks in one place of
A soft compulsion on terrene
By heavenly,
which is not English, but a misapplication of the jargon of science. In another place he speaks of